The Mating Game (paperback)












ISBN Digital: 978-1-62830-379-7
ISBN Print: 978-1-62830-378-0
Page Count: 344
Word Count: 82508
Rating: Mature


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Two males…two friends…a competition for the right to claim The Heart of the Iron Stone Pack.

An alpha female at her core, Theresa Sanchez struggles to protect her young daughter, but rivalries and politics create volatility in the pack. As Theresa comes into heat, lust and need rule her body. Her pack demands only the most virile male have her. How can she choose only one mate when her body craves two—the virile beta and the man she loves?

Zachary Hunter will do anything to take Theresa as his mate, even if it means killing his best friend. However, Robert Blane is just as determined to ascend to Alpha. Both their beasts howl to mark her flesh, but only one can survive to claim her.

But with enemies circling, they must fight…for the pack, for Theresa, and for a future together.

Rated

This title contains explicit language, anal sex, and ménage (m/f/m).

Rose (344 pages/82508 words)

Print ISBN: 978-1-62830-378-0

Excerpt:

“Oh, Zach.” Theresa sighed into the phone. The sound of her weight shifting atop fabric reached his ears. “What am I going to do with you?”

“I could offer all manner of suggestions.” Zach’s mouth went dry, and his voice had acquired a sultry tone, deliberately suggestive, a hint of the lewd.

“Oh, you. Stop!” She giggled with delight and there was nothing in her attitude to make him believe she meant anything but the opposite.

His slacks had become tight in the crotch so he unfastened the sliding tabs. As a rule, he went commando because it made undressing to shift forms easier, but he happened to be wearing black silk boxers under his suit. With one hand, he shoved his boxers down to mid-thigh and his aroused shaft sprang into his hand. His balls were swollen and tender, and the slightest pressure felt exquisite. He muffled a moan.

“Where are you, Theresa?”

“In bed.”

“Tell me what you’re wearing.”

“Zach!” Theresa sounded scandalized, but he also detected the note of intrigue in her voice. Her breathing grew rapid and uneven. “I’m wearing a white robe. I just got out of the shower.”

“Is it silk?”

“No, you know I can’t afford silk, silly. It’s cotton.”

His gaze flickered to the gift he’d bought her and he licked his lips. His hand stroked his engorged member, fingers and thumb encircling the girth. “Anything else?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you have on panties?”

“You’re bad!” Her muffled laughter did not disguise the sound of pillows being beaten and fluffed. Finally, after a giggle, Theresa said, “No. I’m not wearing panties.”

“Is your hair wet?” In his imagination, the long strands of her hair tickled his thighs and her hot breath caressed his skin.

“Yes, I just washed it.”

Zach dropped onto the mattress and rolled to his back. Still massaging his erection, he stared up at the room’s white textured ceiling. “I love your hair when you wear it down.”

“You do?” Theresa sounded shy and pleased. She hesitated, and then said, “I’m untying my robe.”




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